#edgetipped

“dude. i staked a vamp with a number two pencil last night. you don’t gotta be all bunched panties, prentiss.” and then her voice changes, just slightly. “they’re really… weak, lately.”— then, back to the regularly scheduled buffy we all know and love— “either that or my ass is getting stronger by the minute. it’s getting boring. my challenge-craved side isn’t being challenged enough. we’re lacking in the department of ‘being challenged’. y’know, muscle-wise.” 

“yeah, i’m good. i’m fine.” the bruising on her forehead, her neck and various sections of her torso scream otherwise. she hugs her knees instead of drinking the water in front of her. “whatever they were... vampires they weren’t.”

( -whispers- the gang's all here. )

‘ you said you had a sketch of the guy you’re looking for? ’

         “Alright, let’s get  this over with, yeah? Have to get home and all...”          That probably wasn’t the best way to phrase that. Not to worry, though.          He’ll fix it. He always does. At least that was what he usually tells himself.